Old Friends
Ian and Taylor
I have a VERY very dear friend whom I have loved since Kindergarten. Well, not our Kindergarten but our sons Kindergarten. Although having gone fairly separate ways now that they're in high school, Ian and Taylor remain friends. Our families think about each other often and really would like to make plans to get together. However, it just never happens. With my family and church and work and constant 'going' and Suz's family and full time college schedule and their 'going', we just never seem to make the time we need to see each other. Important time. We have numerous things between us that will keep us friends forever but there is one bond that can never be taken away as long as we live. Suz and I were on the phone on when the second plane hit the tower on Sept. 11. We were horrified and shocked together and we stayed on the phone for hours watching everything unfold.
We love the creative parts of each other that some people wouldn't understand....like something in a piece of art that would make a normal person go 'uh that's horrible' but Suzanne and I would probably think was priceless. Even if the artist never made $1 from it. We've watched our boys grow up right before our eyes and understand what it means to start letting go of them little by little. We know each other well even though we are never together. It's strange how I still consider her one of my nearest and dearest and would tell her anything knowing full well that it would be kept completely confidential til the end of eternity if I asked her to keep it that way. Our hubbies, Ben and Brian have always just gone along with whatever Suz and I feel. They've been amazingly supportive of our eccentricities. Suz wrote a poem that I added to my blog April 19thof last year.....sad that I've probably only seen her a few times since then. Anyway, I love this poem! Well, she's still writing and has been published in a local magazine! This is her article below. Way to go Suz! I'm so proud of you and cannot wait to read more!! Oh and hey....how about next Saturday for OUR supper party?!
Opinion: Supper Party
Suzanne Galford 04.SEP.08
For quite a while I’ve toyed with the idea of inviting people over for dinner—all sorts of people: actors, politicians, musicians, writers, journalists. Realizing this invitation will often fall on deaf ears does not lessen the idea of the invitation. Rather, it adds to the mystery that one day an invitation could be accepted. I am not famous myself. I am the ordinary version of life—hence the invitation(s). I first started thinking about this silly idea after watching The Bucket List with Morgan Freeman. His portrayal of Carter Chambers was so endearing and appreciated, it reminded me how much a fan I am of his work. My initial reaction after watching it was “wouldn’t it be nice to have him over for supper. He seems like he would be such a nice person.” This is not the first time I’ve said this about an entertainer. There are many to whom invitations will be sent. They will be discarded as junk mail, or I may even run the risk of being added to a list of nutcases to watch out for, or, the worst, I’ll receive an autographed picture of the invitee signed by an adoring president of his/her fan club. But that doesn’t bother me.My very imaginative mind giggles with the thought of it actually working. Think of all the entertainers you know that you like. For instance, when Heath Ledger died, I had seen several of his movies, but I didn’t even know the man, yet his passing was personal to me, like I grieved in that distant sort of way that fascinates you and informs you. It was Ledger’s sudden demise that made me rethink how I perceive fame. Here the actors and actresses portray the average individuals’ lives, yet they are anything but average, they’re these luminescent souls that seem to dwell in another version of earth, where reality and realism share traits but are separated from life as we know by a camera. I suppose thinking in these terms motivated this devil-may-care attitude of wanting to meet a few of these celestial beings—get to know them, genuinely, if only for a moment. If I were famous, I would crave that unadulterated moment of the real. But that’s me and maybe that’s part of the reason I am not famous.Nonetheless, Mr. Freeman, should this article make its way into your life, my family and I cordially invite you over for dinner. Just please call before you come.
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